For seventeen years, I have lived like his shadow, following him wholeheartedly and willing to give up everything for him. Even when I broke my leg in plaster, I would brave the heavy rain to deliver documents to him if he called me.
For seventeen years, his every glance and smile could tug at my heartstrings, leaving me overwhelmed.
For seventeen years, I have been passionately in love with him.
I loved him cautiously, afraid to trouble him, never daring to disturb him whether I was ill with a cold or going through childbirth.
I dared not argue even when he made mistakes for fear he would leave me.
I thought that my cautiousness and infinite tolerance would eventually win his love, but it became the reason for him to feel at ease to leave me and our daughter to go to Janet.
I lost. I lost my youth, and I lost my daughter's life.
She was only five years old!
Why did my innocent daughter have to become a victim?
"Amelia, I'm sorry!"
I was overwhelmed with grief.
Amelia's death made me heartbroken and buried my seventeen years of love.
I didn't cry or make a fuss. I handled Amelia's funeral alone with my severely injured body.